| JU, Overall, Conglom
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| It’s like three-thirty in the morning and we
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| Sitting here talking about money power so, I
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| Decided to get a little verse together and drop
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| At the tape and let y’all know what we feelin'
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| Ya know. |
| I hope you niggas ain’t trying to rap for free
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| Not this my eyes are closed and my casket drops
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| I swear never again will I rap for props
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| I’m tryin' to quake up the block like an aftershock
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| With some speakers, y’all could feel from probly half a block
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| I’m trying to, dine discretely on Vinalpee street
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| I shop in Wankekee, rocking a daschiki
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| And I refuse to be these local cats
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| Cause I don’t heard your little mix down
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| I’m knowing where your vocals at
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| Y’all cats ain’t real rappers when the mic is off
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| They got to cut and paste your vocals likes it’s Microsoft
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| I’m quite different, I used to like dissin'
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| Now I drop at the tape to escape from life’s prison
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| At every Juice show, they find a mic missing
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| So don’t hate my name, let the JU-ICE glisten
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| And critics, they need to stop, putting him in a box
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| We out for power and respect, like a kim in the locks
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| + (Overall)
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| I got my flow, gangsta clothes, sticky dro and all that tho'
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| But, it just don’t matter to me. |
| It’s the money and the power
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| Money and the power. |
| That’s all that matters to me
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| I’m trying to co-host Oprah, overdose on cho-cha
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| Cristale martini glasses, coach coasters
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| Finally I’m one with the rhyme at last
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| I heard a cat say «Ju-Ice, time had passed»
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| But I craft the lines like a mastermind
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| Do your research, I was just passing time
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| J, I spit lyrics that’ll ring in your mind
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| So you better raise your bars like the Cingular sign
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| Plus, I grew up around some ignorant street kids
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| And they don’t really care what part of the heat is
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| I got places to go, people to feed
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| In rap, I do not have an equal indeed *let's proceed*
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| I’m coming a floss
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| The only one that been througn more pain is the one on the cross
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| And no, this ain’t a movie like CB4
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| Hugo, boss Conglomerate CEO
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| + (Overall)
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| In my crew, I can’t lose, all my dudes rocking jewels cause
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| They know what matters to me. |
| It’s the money and the power
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| Money and powers. |
| That’s all that matters to me
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| And your boy got these broke rappers mad at me
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| Cause with no deal, I still be living lavishly
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| Plus, any verse I spit will cost you half a key
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| I’m a titan, and you don’t want to clash with me
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| I’m tryng to sneak up on the rap game casually
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| Until there’s No Limit to my paper like Master P
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| Too furious, I live my life fast and free
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| There’s one Juice, there’ll never be another after me
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| G, the flow crazy as hell
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| And the CD done, we gon' drop it like David Terrel
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| Plus, now-a-day, everything I’m making it sell
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| And I done came a long way fron an eight in the scale
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| Ahh, Stop the hate, you cannot relate
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| I’m only in it for the power baby, props can wait
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| It’s forty-nine to go jo, I got my state
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| And that’s how a real Conglomerate would operate
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| + (Overall)
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| You do it all, cross the flow, snatching dough, pimping hoes
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| But, all that don’t matter to me. |
| *Its not really important*
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| It’s the money and the power, money and the power. |
| *Let's go*
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| That’s all that matters to me
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| J-U, Conglomerate, the most dominant. |
| Emac' on the track
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| What up Julias. |
| We are not playing with these niggas
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| I’m gon' say one thing 'fore we get out of here. |
| If you niggas
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| Is rapping for free, you niggas is stupid than a mothafucka
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| What the fuck are you niggas rapping for not to sell records
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| Get your music up, hire some fucking musicians. |
| J will
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| Ghost-write your whole album for a couple grand. |
| Just so we
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| Could have Chicago looking hot. |
| You niggas cannot see me
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| Holla at me. |
| Ahh. |
| Overall |